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Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark cell which already contains another captive. Someone quite young. Someone who's clearly been badly treated. Someone who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.

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Nisi snorts and yanks an errant curl, getting a little nasty in her frustration. “That's bullshit and you know it, Der. You liked it. You liked touching Sofer, you liked smelling Stiles and her in our bed. And I know you can feel it too, you muscle-bound pessimist: how good it is when I’m with them. Why do you refuse to come with me when I go?”

In which Derek struggles to navigate his emotions and accept what’s on offer right in front of him. His daemon Nisi is having none of his shit. Stiles and Sofer wait for him to pull his head out of his ass.

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Sometimes Sherlock would open his giant sea-colored eyes and wonder what he had done in a previous life to be condemned to such tranquility as he'd experienced for decades. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. It was hateful.

Y'all know that old children's song Puff the Magic Dragon? About the intense relationship that developed between the lonely old dragon and an open-hearted, loving little boy?

What if Sherlock had been that dragon? And John was the child who found him on the beach? Would these two lonely souls reach out for one another as they always have? Would they find that transcendent connection that has us reading tens of thousands of words about all the different ways they might meet?

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Virgin!Sherlock, 18 and just out of school, is in Morocco in the early 1900's to learn about the ways of the world. Dr. John Watson, lately of the British Army and invalided out at age of 36, picks him up in the market place. Lessons (you know what kind) are taught and absorbed. Inspired by the song Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police. I'd say PWP, except there's a soupçon of plot, given that it's a story worked around the lyrics of the song.

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What a fantastic story! It's well after midnight, and I couldn't stop until I'd finished it! Bella is a complete badass, in her own sweet loyal way, and everyone falls in love with her. (Fili and Kili pick her up as a sister pretty quickly, and by the end, she has 12 brothers!) There's excitement and adventure and exploration of well-thought-out customs. I kind of love everybody. (The romance was light, but that's fine, the story rushes by regardless, and it's all appropriate... OH, how appropriate, because if it isn't, well, there are brothers just WAITING for a chance to put a stop to it, lol.)

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Canon AU with Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics: When his son Mordred discovers that he has magic, Arthur is convinced that the best thing for him is to find someone to teach him more about his abilities. Of course, it was Arthur's luck that the sorcerer they chose would have a plethora of secrets of his own.

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Shaping up to be very interesting, I'll be happy if it ever gets beyond 3 chapters... especially since those chapters cover background, world-building, characters, etc. Arthur and Merlin are JUST about to meet.

Mordred is a cutie, and WHO IS HIS FATHER and why is Arthur not surprised that he's magic "given the way he was conceived". Also, is Arthur magic as well? What voices is he hearing in his head (besides Morgana and Mordred?)

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He didn't know what he expected. Maybe piles and piles of gold and treasure, closely guarded by a massive scaly beast, red or blue or black and breathing fire. Maybe with wings, maybe not. Maybe it would have red eyes and maybe it would attack as soon as it saw Dean. He was expecting—well, he was expecting a dragon.Not... this."This" being a young man with dark hair, too blue eyes, and a tilt to his head. He didn't... look like a dragon. He just looked confused.(Dean/Castiel fairy tale AU in which Dean is a prince who goes to slay a dragon, and Castiel is cursed to turn into a dragon every night.)Written for the DeanCasBigBang 2014.Now available here in russian!

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She’s over ten feet tall, with gray-green leathery skin and a plump, yellow belly, bright purple eyes and an ungainly wingspan that makes her topple when she spreads them open too wide.

In the time it takes for the dragon to bury her too-warm muzzle in the palm of his hand, Stiles knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

Her handler is gruff, dark-haired, wide-shouldered, and scowling down at him. He’s got a burn scar running down the outside of one forearm, and the flight vest open at his throat reveals an angry red claw mark on his collarbone.

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Oh, god. I think I'm gonna have to go read ALL THE DRAGON AUs. ALL OF THEM.This one is really funny: Stiles and the dragon have a hilarious rapport. I also love the way she can only fit halfway inside his window and has to leave her butt hanging out. Heh.*****“Scott says you can’t have babies,” Amaryllis says, pushing her snout through Stiles’s bedroom curtains.

“I bet he just loved that conversation,” Stiles says. He drops his pen and spins around in his desk chair. “No, Liss, I can’t have babies. Thank god.”

Lissie squirms halfway inside and drapes her upper half across his rug and says, “I hope you mate with Derek, anyway.”